This is a song about "Secret boy"

On a little secret, don't judge a book by it's cover

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Secret missives to the mrs

Mama told me it'd be days like this

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Secret handshakes showin the manners of elitist,

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Saw you go out with my best friend and i kept it all a secret

A secret with the power for world abomination

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Secret shame we try to hide

Focus let me show you the light

My life, that is so dearly secret,

Then the gun shot, but i wasn't hit